Porkum names Doom

"Then I name you, Vincent von Doom!" Porkum said. "Kill yourself!"

The cold eyes of Doctor Doom stared out from the hologram. He folded his arms across his chest. He appeared stoic, regal, imperial.

"Are you certain that is your decision?" Doom said, his tone level, sepulchral voice calm.

A bead of sweat ran down Porkum's forehead. A strange, terrible unease knotted his guts.

"Y-yeah," he said, trying to find the confidence he'd had a moment ago when he had enacted his sudden, petty impulse for ****. "Your word is your bond, right?"

"Very well. I will let you witness the fulfillment of your wish. You will witness the **** of your enemy."

A white square glowed on the floor around Porkum. He stared down...but before he could move, he was suddenly somewhere else.

No...not just somewhere. Somewhen.

Doctor Doom stood next to Porkum. They were in a room of dressed stone blocks. A lavishly carved wooden bed occupied most of the room, with a huge D in a shield on the headboard. Beneath that, a shriveled figure. Tubes were plugged into wrinkled, shrunken arms covered in scars. A metal mask remained on the face, but the wisps of hair on the bare scalp were white. The eyes though—they were the eyes of Doom.

"So," the figure on the bed wheezed. "It is time."

Beside Porkum, the younger Doom nodded. He raised his gauntlet.

"I will be swift. It will be painless," Doom said.

A dry chuckle came from the bedridden figure.

"Yes...I remember..."

There was a burst of light. Porkum's jaw dropped as he saw the figure on the bed convulse, body and flesh consumed inside and out. It reminded Porkum of the time he had microwaved a live gerbil, just to see what would happen. When Doom lowered his hand...the old Doom was nothing but a burnt corpse, the red-hot mask sunken into the fried flesh until it scorched the skull beneath.

The rectangle of light emerged from the floor again. Porkum found they were both back in his lair beneath the pork-packing plant. Doctor Doom turned to stare at him.

"Our bargain is complete. And by naming me as your enemy, we are no longer allies. All the services I have rendered you—this hideout, the money, the food, the security—is at an end. I had planned to return you to your home dimension, but now...if we encounter each other again, it will be as foes."

Doom strode out of the room. Porkum stood there, in the midst of his discarded food containers, his dick brushing the floor. Barely able to comprehend what had just happened.

He had just lost the bitch he had come here to corrupt, Sue Storm. He had lost his only ally, Doctor Doom. And now he was trapped in this strange world, with no money, no friends, several powerful enemies, and not even a friendly mouth to suck his cock.

"Shit," he said, as realization dawned on him. "I've fucked myself royally this time."

Yet Porkum's story was not yet over...nor was Sue Storm, or Janet van Dyne, or Doctor Doom's. The events that had been set in motion by that strange alliance had altered the timeline, and now it careened toward new, strange futures that none could predict.